Or What You Will

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Arrangements for Flock Theatre's 2015 production of Twelfth Night

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released May 3, 2017

Arranged, performed, and recorded by Victor Chiburis
Lyrics by William Shakespeare

Joe Attwater- banjo flavor

Thanks to j and m for the gang vocals
and upstairs m for snappin' the pic

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The Friendly Ghost New London, Connecticut

Hauntin' since '09

Victor Chiburis
Joe Attwater
Hannah Schenk
Josh Marcks

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Track Name: O Mistress Mine
O Mistress mine where are you roaming?
O stay and hear, your true love's coming,
That can sing both high and low.
Trip no further pretty sweeting.
Journeys end in lovers' meeting,
Every wise man's son doth know.

What is love, 'tis not hereafter,
Present mirth, hath present laughter:
What's to come, is still unsure.
In delay there lies no plenty,
Then come kiss me sweet and twenty:
Youth's a stuff will not endure.
Track Name: Come Away
Come away, come away, death,
And in sad cypress let me be laid.
Fly away, fly away, breath;
I am slain by a fair cruel maid.
My shroud of white, stuck all with yew,
O, prepare it!
My part of death, no one so true
Did share it.

Not a flower, not a flower sweet,
On my black coffin let there be strown.
Not a friend, not a friend greet
My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown.
A thousand thousand sighs to save,
Lay me, O, where
Sad true lover ne'er find my grave,
To weep there!
Track Name: Adieu
I am gone, sir,
And anon, sir,
I'll be with you again,
In a trice,
Like to the old Vice,
Your need to sustain,
Who, with dagger of lath
In his rage and in his wrath,
Cries "hahaha," to the devil,
Like a mad lad,
"Pare thy nails, dad
Adieu, goodman devil"
Track Name: Hey, Ho, The Wind and The Rain
When that I was and a little tiny boy,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
A foolish thing was but a toy,
For the rain it raineth every day.

But when I came to man’s estate,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
’Gainst knaves and thieves men shut their gate,
For the rain it raineth every day.

But when I came, alas! to wive,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
By swaggering could I never thrive,
For the rain it raineth every day.

But when I came unto my beds,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
With toss-pots still had drunken heads,
For the rain it raineth every day.

A great while ago the world begun,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
But that’s all one, our play is done,
And we’ll strive to please you every day.